The heavy thrum of footsteps echoed in the narrow, damp corridors as Mayang led the team through the underground passages. The air was thick with tension, and the walls, covered in layers of grime and old wiring, seemed to pulse with an unnatural energy. The dim, flickering lights barely illuminated their path, casting long shadows that seemed to dance in time with their movements.
“This isn’t just a station,” Kiran muttered under his breath, scanning the walls for any sign of movement. “This whole place… it’s a fortress.”
Felix nodded, his hand gripping his weapon tightly. “A place to hide a weapon, a place to plan. We’re getting close.”
At the end of the narrow hallway, Mayang came to an abrupt stop, her senses sharp. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cold steel door that stood before them. There was something different about this door—no dust, no decay. It was too well-kept as if it were guarding something far more important than just a typical control room.